May have to drown sorrows in hot chocolate with whip, which if it's any consolation, I'm sure also has 59 spoonfuls of sugar.

Meanwhile have promised 18 year old B that we are going on a Starbucks run and he is still jonesing for a Vegan Frappuccino, no unicorns necessary.

Go to second Starbucks in neighborhood so that B can get his almond soy coconut situation sorted.

Mom this tastes kind of funny, it's not sweet enough (they probably stopped after spoonful 57) so I need them to make me a new one.

They make him a new one.

It still tastes kind of funny Mom and not like I need them to make me a new one or whatever but they shouldn't be selling these to like other vegans customers so I need to say something.

We will wait in the car.

15 minutes elapse.

B comes out juggling multiple (well at least two) Vegan drinks and pours a bit of this into some of that until he has exactly the right mix of Frappuccino which frankly seems just as complicated as the Unicorn however is neither pink nor purple.